Chapter 6401 - 6410

Many Free Valley cultivators paled, instinctively gripping their weapons.

The mere mention of the Shadow General’s fearsome reputation sent chills down their spines.

Kai stared intently at the Crimson Flame Prison mark on the map, purple chaotic spiritual energy swirling slightly at his fingertips.

After a long period of silent contemplation, his clear, cold voice slowly rang out, outlining the overall battle plan.

“This battle will have a clear division of labor, each fulfilling their duties without interfering with others.”

“The Shadow General, a ninth-rank warrior, is unstoppable by assassination; I will handle him alone.”

“The publicly known eighth-rank prison warden will be suppressed by Elder Qingxuan.”

“All other divine race guards, sentry posts, and mid-level cultivators will be jointly wiped out by the Free Valley and Spirit Race allied forces, advancing layer by layer, breaking through each level.”

As his words fell, Elder Qingxuan nodded slightly, his expression calm and composed, without a trace of fear in his eyes.

“Leave the eighth-rank prison warden to me. Ten thousand years of cultivation have perfected my wood-based imprisonment and trapping techniques.”

“Dealing with a fellow divine race cultivator of the same rank is a sure thing, without a single mistake.” Elder Qingxuan was very confident.

Lin Yuan, standing nearby, immediately frowned, his face filled with anxiety and worry, and quickly tried to dissuade him.

“Kai, you absolutely mustn’t be impulsive! Your current cultivation is only at the second rank of True Immortal Realm. To cross several realms and single-handedly confront a ninth-rank Shadow Warrior is far too dangerous!”

“That Shadow Warrior has killed countless people, his movements are unpredictable, his assassinations are unstoppable, and he’s practically invincible among those of the same rank.”

“To confront a top-tier ninth-rank expert with low-level combat power is tantamount to putting yourself in danger; it’s far too reckless!”

The leaders of the Free Valley and the Spirit Race around him also nodded in agreement.

Their gazes were filled with worry as they looked at Kai, all disapproving of this extremely risky arrangement.

Despite the crowd’s attempts to dissuade him, Kai remained unmoved, calmly interrupting them with a resolute tone, “I understand the difference in cultivation levels, and I know the terror of the Shadow Warrior.”

“But I possess the innate power of chaos, impervious to all laws, and able to counter the divine light, shadow killing techniques, yin-yang magic, and all other fundamental powers.”

“I control the Demon-Suppressing Tower, possessing multiple supernatural abilities such as spatial traversal, spatial sealing, and illusionary imprisonment.”

“If I can’t win, I can instantly teleport away, more than enough to protect myself, and won’t be trapped in a deadly situation.”

He turned to look at the white-clad woman sitting quietly beside him, his expression softening slightly.

“Moreover, I’m not alone in this battle. Xue Lan cultivates the extreme cold ice path, freezing thousands of miles and imprisoning her body, perfectly countering the Shadow Warrior’s shadow movement techniques.”

“With her assisting and restraining him, the odds of victory are high enough.”

Jiang Xue Lan sat quietly beside Kai, her snow-white dress spotless, her beautiful, aloof face devoid of any superfluous emotion.

A chilling, icy blue spiritual energy enveloped her, its coldness subtly spreading.

She remained silent, only slightly raising her eyes, her gaze upon Kai unwavering. Her

clear, cold eyes were filled with an unyielding resolve, silently proclaiming her determination to fight side-by-side.

Lin Yuan opened his mouth, wanting to continue his persuasion, listing the dangers involved.

But when he met Kai’s calm, resolute eyes, all his words of advice stuck in his throat, unable to be uttered.

He sighed deeply, knowing Kai’s stubborn nature; once a decision was made, it would not be easily changed.

He could only raise his hand and pat Kai’s shoulder heavily, his expression grave, his tone heavy.

“Alright. I believe you. Since your mind is made up, then so be it.” ”

Rest for one night. At dawn tomorrow, the entire army will be fully equipped and immediately march to the Western Regions to launch a fierce attack on the Crimson Flame Prison and begin the bloody battle.”

As night deepened, the campfires still burned brightly, and the lively banquet slowly came to an end.

In the turbulent Western Regions, a bloodbath destined to flow for thousands of miles and leave corpses strewn across the land had already begun.

At dawn the next day, the sky was still shrouded in a thick layer of darkness, with only a faint glimmer of dawn appearing on the eastern horizon, yet the entire Valley of Freedom had already fully awakened.

On the central square, everyone had already assembled, and a chilling aura enveloped the area, completely replacing the liveliness and clamor of the previous night.

Kai, Jiang Xuelan, Lin Yuan, and Elder Qingxuan, the four core leaders, stood side by side at the forefront of the formation, their imposing presence awe-inspiring.

Behind them, three hundred Free Valley warriors, their armor gleaming and weapons drawn, exuded a murderous aura, having fought a bloody battle.

Three hundred elite Spirit Clan soldiers stood solemnly, their plant-based spiritual energy poised to be unleashed, their vine-based magical artifacts concealed around them, ready to strike.

Within the ranks, all the core experts were present.

The veteran, Old Zhao, carried a heavy battle axe on his back; his muscles bulged, the axe’s blade gleaming coldly, radiating a fearless, bloodthirsty spirit.

The tall, thin strategist casually waved a folding fan, seemingly relaxed, yet his eyes held endless calculations; spells and talismans were always at his side, ready to aid in breaking the deadlock at any moment.

The middle-aged female cultivator gripped a double-edged short sword tightly in both hands, the blade gleaming with a chilling light; her movements were swift, her close-combat skills extremely fierce.

Xu Bai, with his white hair and beard, possessed an air of otherworldly elegance; his fingertips subtly formed incantations, defensive, healing, and support spells ready to be deployed at any time.

Zhao Tieshan had been severely injured in the previous battle, his bones broken and his spiritual power damaged. His injuries had not fully healed, and he remained pale and weak, even struggling to circulate his spiritual power normally.

Yet, he refused to stay behind, forcing himself to lean on a sturdy ironwood cane, enduring the pain to come to the square to see Kai off.

His cloudy eyes were fixed on Kai, his eyes reddening with worry and concern.

“Mr. Chen, the Western Regions are extremely dangerous. The Crimson Flame Hell is teeming with powerful warriors, and the Shadow Warriors are infamous. This journey is fraught with peril,”

Zhao Tieshan said hoarsely, his tone earnest. “You must be extremely careful, act within your limits, and never recklessly engage in battle. You must return safely.”

Kai turned to look at this loyal and comrade-in-arms, a warmth flickering in his eyes.

He stepped forward, gently patted Zhao Tieshan’s shoulder, his tone steady and resolute.

“Rest assured. I promised everyone I would return safely.”

“Once this battle is over and the Crimson Flame Hell is liberated, I will return to drink with you until we are completely drunk.”

After reassuring everyone, Kai raised his hand and waved it, causing the ancient and heavy Demon-Suppressing Tower to float in his palm.

The tower was mottled and its patterns were ancient, containing endless spatial power.

He channeled spiritual energy into his fingertips, gently lifting the tower, and a surge of powerful spatial force erupted.

A dazzling white beam of light shot into the sky, piercing through the clouds and instantly enveloping all the soldiers on the square.

Everyone was enveloped by the gentle yet domineering spatial power, their bodies stable and unaffected by the tearing force of space.

“Cross-domain spatial traversal, lock coordinates, target—Western Region Flame Mountain, Crimson Flame Hell!”

Kai shouted, his divine sense locking onto the coordinates of the Western Region’s perilous realm a thousand miles away, and the Demon-Suppressing Tower’s light blazed brightly.

The dazzling white light suddenly contracted, instantly engulfing thousands of people.

The next second, the plaza was empty; the densely packed army, along with the four leaders, had vanished into Freedom Valley without a trace.

Space was traversed in an instant, ignoring mountains and rivers, and disregarding geographical distances. The next instant, the violent spatial tremors subsided, and the group landed firmly on their feet, finding themselves in a vast, desolate Gobi Desert of the Western Regions. A

wave of intense heat and the pungent stench of sulfur assaulted their senses. Dry, scorching

winds howled past, whipping up countless fine, reddish sand grains that rustled against their clothes.

Looking out, the landscape was a desolate wasteland, barren of vegetation, a landscape of cracked, scorched earth and scorching volcanic rocks—a scene of utter desolation and lifelessness.

At the horizon, a colossal volcano rose abruptly, its surface a deep crimson, its walls jagged and cracked, layers of volcanic rock exuding an aura of destruction and fury.

From its summit, a massive crater continuously spewed billowing black smoke, blotting out the sun.

The thick black smoke swirled upwards, painting the entire sky a dark, oppressive red.

From countless cracks in the mountain, scorching red lava flowed slowly, meandering down the rock walls and dripping onto the ground, emitting plumes of white smoke.

From the depths of the earth came the faint rumble of surging lava, the earth trembling slightly, constantly radiating a terrifyingly high temperature that scorched the heavens and earth.

The air was suffocatingly hot; each breath felt like inhaling scalding fire, burning the throat and lungs.

Ordinary cultivators, without circulating their spiritual energy to resist, would be burned by the intense heat and their spiritual energy depleted in moments.

Looking into the distance, the massive black cage embedded in the volcano’s belly stood impenetrable, deathly still.

This was their final destination—the Crimson Flame Prison.

Danger lurked everywhere, killing intent permeated the air, the perilous prison was close at hand.

Kai slowly crouched down, his fingertips lightly touching the scorching volcanic rocks beneath his feet, the burning heat radiating through his fingertips.

His expression remained unchanged as he calmly retrieved a detailed map from his robes, his fingertip precisely pointing to twelve faint points of light on the outer perimeter of the volcano’s base.

“Twelve ring-shaped outposts surround the Crimson Flame Prison, interwoven with both light and shadow, forming a defensive network, each garrisoned by a hundred men.”

“Combined with early warning arrays and holy light restrictions, if any one of them raises an alarm, the entire Crimson Flame Prison will instantly go on full alert, sealing off all entrances and exits.”

“At that point, the difficulty of a direct assault will increase several times over.”

“We must silently eliminate all twelve outposts before the Divine Race detects anything amiss and sends out warnings.”

“Slay all the outer garrisoned cultivators, cut off all early warning channels, launch a perfect surprise attack, and give the enemy no chance to react,”

Kai said with a sharp gaze.

Lin Yuan’s brows furrowed tightly as his gaze swept over the densely packed outposts on the map, his face showing difficulty.

“The twelve outposts are scattered throughout the Flaming Mountains, far apart and isolated from each other.”

“If we split up, our forces will be too dispersed and easily defeated one by one.”

“If we concentrate our forces to attack them one by one, it will be too slow, and prolonged delays will inevitably expose our location and trigger alarms.”

“The allied forces are too scattered to conduct a simultaneous cleanup.”

“There’s no need for a full-scale mobilization, no need for a simultaneous attack.”

Kai slowly put away the map, stood up, and purple chaotic power quietly flowed around him, his aura completely concealed.

He seemed to merge with the surrounding scorching darkness, silent and still.

He raised his eyes to the distant, continuous volcanic outposts, his tone indifferent.

“Twelve outposts, twelve hundred Divine Race cultivators—I alone am enough.”

A simple sentence, calm and composed, yet carrying an unparalleled confidence that looked down upon all, shook the hearts of everyone present.

Lin Yuan’s pupils instantly shrank, his face filled with disbelief, and he uttered a stammering cry.

“You alone? Twelve outposts spanning a hundred miles of territory, heavily fortified, with numerous restrictions, and a thousand garrisoned, each with considerable cultivation.”

“How could you possibly wipe them all out so quickly by yourself? That’s insane!” Lin Yuan’s face was full of disbelief.

“My Chaos Power can completely conceal my aura, shield me from divine sense detection, and ignore the perception of the divine race’s warning array.”

“With the Demon Suppression Tower enhancing my spatial traversal abilities, I can travel a hundred miles in a single step, instantly changing positions, coming and going without a trace.”

Kai explained calmly, his aura becoming increasingly ethereal.

“When it comes to silent assassinations and surprise attacks, no one in the entire outer perimeter of the Crimson Flame Prison can stop me.”

“A thousand-strong garrison, layers of restrictions, are nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs to me.”

Before he finished speaking, Kai’s figure swayed slightly, without any warning, fading and becoming ethereal.

His aura completely dissipated, as if he had evaporated into thin air, instantly disappearing from everyone’s sight.

Space folded, a thousand miles in an instant, a hundred miles of mountains and rivers traversed in a single step.

The next moment, Kai’s figure silently appeared in the shadows behind the first outer outpost.

This outpost was built atop a massive volcanic rock, offering a commanding view and perfectly blocking one side of the mountain road.

The outpost was surrounded by a dense array of golden divine light barriers, runes flowing and shimmering, covering a radius of a thousand meters.

Any approaching enemy would instantly trigger an alarm.

Inside and outside the outpost, a hundred divine cultivators, clad in golden standard light armor and wielding holy light longswords, patrolled in pairs, alternating shifts.

Their expressions were cold and vigilant, their divine senses constantly scanning the surroundings, maintaining a tight security.

The outpost commander, clad in exquisite scale armor, exuded a powerful aura, possessing the cultivation of a fifth-grade True Immortal, and wielded a heavy holy light longsword.

Standing atop the highest point of the outpost, his cold gaze swept across the entire Gobi Desert, not daring to relax for a moment.

The scorching wind howled, masking all subtle movements.

Unnoticed, a deadly shadow had silently descended.

Kai lay dormant in the darkness, his eyes icy, slowly drawing the Dragon-Slaying Sword from his back.

The long, black blade gleamed with a chilling light in the dim sky.

A vast, dense purple chaotic power surged into the sword like a tidal wave, swirling and layering around it.

The domineering chaotic aura remained contained, confined within the sword itself, causing no fluctuations in spiritual energy.

He slightly raised his wrist, his arm swaying lightly, his movements fluid and graceful, without the slightest hesitation.

A condensed, hair-thin purple chaotic sword beam silently pierced the void.

There were no earth-shattering phenomena, no deafening roars, not even a ripple in the air.

Utterly restrained, utterly deadly.

A

faint, almost imperceptible hiss dissipated in the gale.

The purple sword light pierced through the entire outpost in an instant, precisely grazing the vital point between the eyebrows of every divine cultivator.

The next second, all one hundred Divine Clan cultivators at the outpost froze in unison.

Their eyes widened, pupils contracted sharply, and the cold, patrolling expression remained on their faces, but their bodies were utterly devoid of life.

The Holy Light Source, spiritual meridians, and the foundation of their divine souls within their bodies were instantly disintegrated, torn apart, and dissolved by the power of chaos.

The power of chaos restrains all laws, and the Holy Light Power, which the Divine Clan was so proud of, was utterly fragile before the pure source of chaos.

Like ice and snow meeting a raging fire, it melted and disintegrated instantly.

In a mere breath, all one hundred garrison members perished.

Immediately afterward, the bodies of the Divine Clan cultivators began to slowly dissolve, turning into fragments of golden Holy Light, drifting away in the wind.

They dissolved into the sweltering air, leaving not a single drop of blood or a complete corpse behind.

Clean, ruthless, and merciless.

The entire process was completely silent; no one screamed, no one cried for help, and not a single alarm was sounded.
Kai remained expressionless, sheathing his sword. His figure blurred once more, and using spatial power, he instantly teleported to the next outpost.

The second, the third, the fourth…

one outpost after another fell.

Kai was like a grim reaper wandering the darkness of the Western Regions, traversing the hundred-mile Gobi Desert.

His movements were seamless, and his attacks were deadly.

Each sword strike was concise and precise, aimed directly at the vital points, wasting not a ounce of spiritual power, nor revealing a trace of his aura.

Relying on his unparalleled stealth abilities and spatial powers, he perfectly avoided all restrictions and patrols.

No matter how tight the outpost’s defenses were, or how powerful the commander’s cultivation, they were powerless against Kai’s chaotic sword light. Even

the most numerous fourth and fifth-grade True Immortal cultivators of the Divine Race could not withstand the crushing force of a power that transcended realms.

Time slowly passed, and in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, all twelve outer outposts surrounding Flaming Mountain were annihilated.

Twelve hundred fully armed and heavily guarded Protoss soldiers were silently and completely wiped out.

Kai’s figure slowly reappeared, landing back in front of the allied forces. His

robes were spotless, his entire being clean and tidy, not a speck of dust on his clothes, nor a drop of blood.

It was as if the massacre of a thousand men was merely a trivial matter.

He reached into his storage ring and took out twelve golden tokens engraved with special Protoss runes, casually tossing them to Lin Yuan.

“Twelve core tokens for the sentry posts, controlling all the outer holy light defense arrays.” ”

With these tokens in hand, the outer layer of the Crimson Flame Prison’s restrictions will automatically recognize us and prevent any attack, allowing us unimpeded access to the prison’s main gate.”

Lin Yuan instinctively reached out and caught the heavy golden tokens, their cool touch revealing a rich aura of Protoss holy light.

He looked down at the twelve tokens in his hand, recalling the horrific feat of slaughtering a thousand people in the short span of an incense stick’s time.

His hands trembled slightly, a tidal wave of shock washing over him, his face filled with disbelief.

Twelve hundred regular Divine Race cultivators, twelve well-defended outposts, layers upon layers of restrictions, and multiple layers of defense.

Yet, in Kai’s hands, they couldn’t even withstand the force of an incense stick’s time before being completely annihilated, silently and without leaving any trace.

This was no longer a crushing defeat due to a difference in cultivation level, but a comprehensive dimensional reduction in power, supernatural abilities, and combat awareness.

Elder Qingxuan, standing to the side, gazed intently at Kai, his admiration and apprehension growing stronger.

He spoke slowly, his tone full of praise.

“Fellow Daoist Kai’s strength is indeed well-deserved, truly hidden.” ”

With the power of chaos enhancing his spatial techniques, his assassination, raid, and clearing capabilities have reached an unbelievable level.”

“No wonder he was able to repeatedly inflict heavy damage on the Divine Race and crush powerful enemies.”

Elder Qingxuan was shocked.

Kai nodded calmly, without boasting, his gaze fixed on the towering, crimson Flame Mountain in the distance, his tone cold.

“The outer obstacles have all been cleared, the path ahead is clear. The real bloodbath, the real formidable enemy, is still trapped within the Crimson Flame Prison.”

“The real show has only just begun.”

With that, he took the lead, steadily advancing towards the foot of the scorching Flame Mountain.

Thousands of allied soldiers followed closely behind, their steps steady, their killing intent palpable, stepping into this deathly abyss shrouded in flames.

The gates of the Crimson Flame Prison, shrouded in blood, slowly opened.

The closer they got to the Flame Mountain, the more terrifying the surrounding temperature became.

The volcanic rocks beneath their feet were scorching hot; even through their thick combat boots, the bone-chilling heat was palpable.

If an ordinary cultivator lingered for even a moment, their soles would be

burned and cracked by the intense heat. The air was thick with the pungent smell of sulfur and the acrid stench of burning lava; the scorching air currents assaulted their senses, making their skin burn and their mouths parched.

The soldiers of Free Valley circulated their spiritual energy, forming a thin protective shield around their bodies to insulate against the intense heat and flames.

Even so, walking for an extended period in this fiery land was incredibly taxing.

Many cultivators had cold sweat beading on their foreheads and were breathing rapidly.

In contrast, the Spirit Clan members were much more composed.

Wood-type spiritual energy is naturally enduring and, although naturally countered by fire-type energy, Elder Qingxuan had anticipated this.

As they marched, he subtly formed hand seals, and a vast, rich power of all spirits slowly spread out.

A massive, emerald-green protective shield of plant-like spiritual light enveloped the entire allied army.

The spiritual light, both supple and powerful, firmly isolated them from the scorching heat and burning air currents.

This greatly reduced the consumption of everyone’s spiritual energy, steadily protecting them.

The group proceeded steadily, soon arriving at the foot of Flaming Mountain, where the main gate of the Crimson Flame Prison appeared before them.

It was a massive, ten-zhang-high black iron gate, its surface pitch black.

Forged from a mixture of extraterrestrial cold iron and volcanic refined iron, it was incredibly hard, resistant to high temperatures, magic, and slashing.

The gate was densely engraved with countless ancient divine sealing runes, their golden light subtly surging, suppressing evil energy.

It exuded an ancient and domineering divine pressure.

Directly in front of the stone gate, two rows of divine guardian cultivators stood in neat formation, twenty on each side, forty in total.

All were clad in heavy golden armor, wielding holy light greatswords, their auras chilling, and their minimum cultivation level was at the fifth rank of True Immortal.

Standing tall and imposing, with icy, bloodthirsty eyes, surrounded by holy light and exuding a menacing aura, these were the elite gatekeepers carefully selected by the divine race.

Behind the forty cultivators, a gigantic golden light screen, spanning the entire mountain pass, floated high in the air.

Countless intricate runes flowed rapidly across the light screen, layering and overlapping to form an unbreakable defensive barrier.

This was the final, ultimate restriction on the outer perimeter of the Crimson Flame Prison, possessing overwhelming defensive power, specifically designed to withstand large-scale attacks from external enemies.

As soon as Kai and his group stepped into the restricted area, the forty divine race gatekeepers ahead instantly became alert.

Their holy light surged instantly, they gripped their weapons tightly, and approached step by step. A cold, stern shout suddenly rang out, echoing throughout the mountain pass.

“Halt! This is the sacred ground of the Divine Race Alliance, the forbidden area of ​​the Crimson Flame Prison. Unauthorized personnel are strictly prohibited from approaching!” ”

Those who trespass into the forbidden area of ​​the Heavenly Prison and disrespect the majesty of the divine race will be killed without mercy!”

As the cold warning fell, the forty divine race cultivators simultaneously raised their heavy swords.

A dazzling golden holy light flowed and converged along the blade, and a fierce killing aura locked onto all who approached, signaling the imminent outbreak of a great battle.

The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.
Kai remained indifferent, ignoring the intimidation of the assembled divine cultivators. He silently raised his hand and slowly drew the Dragon-Slaying Sword from his back.

The moment the black blade was drawn, a violent and dense purple chaotic power erupted, sweeping across the area like a tsunami.

Wrapped around the sword, layers of blazing chaotic fire burned, its purple light soaring into the sky.

The domineering and unparalleled primal power instantly suppressed the golden holy light throughout the area.

There were no superfluous words, no pre-battle standoff.

Kai raised his arm high, his wrist slamming down with tremendous force.

With a single strike, the wind and clouds shifted.

The purple chaotic power, condensed to its extreme, coalesced into a gigantic blade of light a hundred feet long, tearing through the scorching air.

With terrifying destructive power, it swept towards the forty gatekeeper cultivators and the golden light barrier in front of him.

Wherever the blade passed, the surrounding scorching air was instantly torn apart and twisted.

The hard volcanic ground was ravaged by the sharp sword energy, carving a trench several meters deep and stretching for hundreds of meters, scattering rubble and lava everywhere.

The holy light power upon which the gods relied was as fragile as paper before the chaotic origin.

The moment it touched the surface, it was frantically devoured, torn apart, and dissolved, unable to even offer a moment’s resistance.

Forty elite fifth-rank gods didn’t even have time to activate their defensive spells, their armor, or utter a final scream.

Their bodies were instantly sliced ​​and disintegrated by the chaotic light blade.

Their golden blood evaporated instantly, their bodies turning into countless golden specks of light that dissipated with the wind.

In an instant, the entire army was annihilated, leaving no trace of their remains.

The annihilation of the forty defenders took only a moment.

The hundred-foot-long purple light blade continued its momentum, carrying destructive power, and slammed heavily into the thick golden defensive light barrier.

Boom…

A deafening roar suddenly erupted, the entire Flaming Mountain trembled slightly, and a fierce wind raged at the mountain pass.

The golden light barrier trembled and shook violently, its surface runes flashing, dimming, and shattering at a visible speed.

Countless spiderweb-like cracks instantly covered the entire barrier.

The defensive barrier of the ancient restriction crumbled step by step under the frenzied erosion and crushing force of chaotic power.

In less than three breaths, accompanied by a deafening shattering roar, the incomparably sturdy ultimate restriction light barrier exploded.

Countless fragments of golden runes scattered and dissipated into the air.

The last outer barrier was completely shattered.

The thick, pitch-black giant stone door was exposed to everyone’s eyes without any concealment.

Kai stepped forward, walking step by step to the ten-zhang-long stone door, his palms slowly resting on the cold, hard door panel.

Within his palms, a faint purple chaotic fire slowly rose and danced.

The domineering and eerie power of the fire rapidly spread and permeated along the sealing runes on the door panel.

The sealing runes, inscribed by the divine race for millennia, melted, cracked, and dissipated layer by layer under the scorching heat of the chaotic fire.

The domineering sealing power was gradually dismantled and broken.

The ear-piercing sound of shattering runes echoed continuously.

The heavy stone door, accompanied by the dull creak of mechanical turning, slowly opened inwards.

Beyond the stone door lay a deep and long mountain tunnel.

Countless glowing fluorite stones were embedded in the rock walls on both sides of the tunnel, their soft white light illuminating the narrow, winding passage.

The tunnel was dark and deep, a cold wind carrying the scorching heat of magma assaulting the senses.

The end was unknown and deep, faintly exuding the chilling, deathly aura unique to prisons.

“Enter the city, advance layer by layer, beware of ambushes,”

Kai coldly instructed, holding the Dragon-Slaying Sword, and stepped into the deep tunnel first, his steps steady and unwavering.

Lin Yuan and Elder Qingxuan followed closely behind, and thousands of soldiers entered in succession, their ranks orderly and their defenses tight.

They slowly surged into the Crimson Flame Prison.

This infernal realm, which has suppressed countless rebellious cultivators, is destined to be rewritten today by blood and fury.

The tunnel is winding and intricate, dark and oppressive throughout.

The cold, hard rock walls on both sides occasionally let out scorching air from the cracks, mingling with the unique stench of decay and blood unique to the prison, making everyone feel suffocated and uncomfortable.

The group moved forward steadily, constantly on guard against the ambush and traps hidden by the gods.

After walking for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, passing through layers of winding side paths, the view suddenly opened up ahead.

A much larger and heavier colossal stone gate stood before them, the entrance barrier to the first level of the Crimson Flame Prison.

This stone gate was even more majestic and imposing than the outer main gate, forged entirely from volcanic black iron mixed with sealing divine stones, doubling its defensive power.

The gate was engraved with dense ancient imprisoning runes, their golden light flickering dimly, radiating a heavy suppressive force.

Simply standing there, one felt a suffocating sense of oppression.

Directly in front of the stone gate, a burly, tall figure stood arrogantly, blocking their path.

This divine cultivator was clad in a full set of refined golden heavy armor, the armor’s patterns intricate and its edges sharp.

He wielded a massive lava warhammer, taller than a man, its surface covered with ferocious spikes, wreathed in flames, heavy and domineering.

His aura was powerful and profound, his cultivation firmly locked at the sixth rank of True Immortal Realm.

His muscles were bulging, his eyes fierce, exuding the aura of a hundred battles and slaughter.

Behind him, three hundred first-level divine guards were already lined up, layer upon layer, weapons drawn, holy light flowing.

Their expressions were cold and bloodthirsty, already prepared for a bloody battle.

Seeing Kai and his group break through the outer barrier and enter the heart of the prison, the sixth-rank divine commander’s eyes were bloodshot, his rage soaring to the heavens. He gripped

the massive warhammer tightly, roaring fiercely, the sound waves echoing through the tunnel.

“Kai! You defied the heavens, leading the rebels to destroy Black Rock Prison, slaughtering the soldiers of the Divine Race, committing heinous crimes!”

“Now, unrepentant, you dare to invade Crimson Flame Prison alone, provoking the dignity of the Divine Race Alliance!”

“Today, with me here guarding the first level, I will tear you to pieces, extract your soul, and sacrifice your head to the Divine Race to avenge our fallen kin in Black Rock Prison!”

“Today is your death day!”

A furious roar echoed across the land, filled with chilling killing intent.

Kai’s gaze remained indifferent, completely ignoring the opponent’s furious shouts. He turned to look at Lin Yuan and Elder Qingxuan beside him, calmly assigning tasks.

“The three hundred guards on the first level, plus this sixth-rank commander, will all be dealt with by me alone.”

“Lead the Free Valley and Spirit Clan allied forces and immediately storm the prison area to rescue the trapped prisoners.”

“Don’t linger here and delay the rescue.”

Kai ordered.

“Can you do it?” Lin Yuan asked.

Kai raised his eyebrows slightly, his tone carrying a faint indifference and disdain.

“Three hundred cultivators below the sixth rank of True Immortal Realm are nothing but a rabble. Their combined strength is limited; they can’t harm me in the slightest.”

“Such opponents are not enough for me to slaughter with a single sword strike.”

Lin Yuan looked at Kai’s calm and composed expression, and recalled the terrifying combat power of instantly killing a thousand people at the twelve outposts.

He knew that Kai’s combat power had long surpassed the norm for those of the same level. The combined attack of ordinary cultivators would be futile against him.

A second-rank True Immortal Realm cultivator who didn’t take hundreds of cultivators below the sixth rank of True Immortal Realm seriously—who in the entire Sixteenth Heaven dared to do that?”All troops, listen to my command! Bypass the front lines, charge into the first level of the prison at full speed, break the shackles, and rescue the trapped cultivators of all races!”

Lin Yuan decisively raised his hand and issued the order.

The warriors of Free Valley and the elite of the Spirit Race immediately adjusted their formation, bypassing the main battlefield and rushing towards the passages on both sides of the stone gate.

They rushed to the prison area to carry out the rescue.

Seeing this, the three hundred Divine Race guards behind them immediately tried to split up to block them.

The sixth-rank commander was even more enraged. He roared and raised his giant lava warhammer high, his body radiating holy light.

A heavy force erupted, and he stepped forward to intercept the rescue army.

“Don’t even think about rescuing people! Kill Kai first, then slaughter the rebels!”

Just as he took a step, Kai’s figure suddenly flashed, using Spatial Flash to travel a hundred miles in one step, instantly traversing dozens of feet, and appearing directly in front of the sixth-rank commander.

The speed was so fast that not even a shadow was left behind.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword surged with purple light, engulfed in raging chaotic fire, its blade sharp and piercing.

Ignoring the opponent’s heavy armor, it precisely pierced through a gap in the armor, striking a vital spot in the chest.

*Thud…*

The ear-piercing sound of a blade entering flesh rang out abruptly.

The sixth-rank divine race commander’s pupils contracted sharply, his face filled with utter disbelief and despair.

His heavy armor offered unparalleled defense, his strength was immense, and he could easily overwhelm his peers in close combat. His prized physique and armor were like paper before Kai.

He hadn’t even been able to unleash a single move, his warhammer barely able to fall, before the sword pierced his vitals.

His life force rapidly drained away, his holy light source instantly devoured and disintegrated by the chaotic fire.

His burly body froze heavily in place, unable to accept his defeat in a single move and his instant demise until his last breath.

Kai raised his hand and withdrew the Dragon-Slaying Sword. Golden blood dripped slowly from the blade, landing on the scorching ground and instantly evaporating.

“Kill,”

he uttered, a single word chilling to the bone.

Kai leaped forward, charging alone into the ranks of three hundred divine guards.

Purple sword light crisscrossed, flashing and exploding within the dim tunnel.

The longsword, imbued with chaotic power, carried an unyielding, primal suppression with every slash, thrust, and sweep.

The divine cultivators’ holy swords, defensive spells, and holy shields shattered and crumbled before the purple sword light, utterly vulnerable.

The sharp blade reaped life after life.

Golden blood splattered freely, staining the cold ground crimson, forming thin streams of blood.

Screams, wails, the sounds of shattering weapons, and exploding spells mingled together, echoing throughout the first level of the passage.

Three hundred divine guards, numerous in number, surrounded Kai in layers, forming a united formation, attempting to trap him with sheer numbers.

However, faced with an absolute difference in strength and the restraint of their inherent power, all their struggles were futile.

Kai moved with agile grace, weaving through the flashing blades, advancing and retreating with ease, avoiding all attacks.

Every strike was deadly

, every move a fatal blow. There were no superfluous or flashy techniques; each sword strike was concise and ruthless, striking vital points with terrifying efficiency.

In the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, the three hundred divine guards, who had been densely packed and brimming with murderous intent, all lay dead in pools of blood.

All perished; not a single survivor.

Corpses and broken armor littered the ground, blood soaked the rock, and a thick, pungent stench of blood permeated the air—a horrifying sight.

Kai slowly sheathed his sword, the purple chaotic power around him gradually receding, his expression remaining calm, devoid of any trace of the ferocity that followed the battle.

It was as if the bloody massacre just moments before was merely a casual sweep of ants.

He raised his eyes to the dark passage deep within the prison, his steps light, and he walked slowly towards the second level of the prison.

The bloody battle on the first level had ended, but the killing continued.

In the vast prison area on the first level, rows of sturdy stone cells were closely connected, dark, damp, and chilling, never seeing the sun. The

heavy black iron cell doors were tightly locked, and the cells were covered with sealing runes.

Countless black, cold, god-devouring iron chains firmly bound the prisoners’ limbs and necks, and the chains were engraved with densely packed suppression arrays.

Forcibly sealing the cultivators’ spiritual power, meridians, and soul, obliterating their cultivation foundation.

Lin Yuan led the allied forces and rushed into the prison area, where every sight was a scene of unbearable horror.

Over three hundred human cultivators from various races had been imprisoned here for years, enduring brutal torture. Their clothes were tattered, they were emaciated, and covered in wounds.

Their flesh was festering, old wounds piled upon new ones.

The long-term suppression by the seal and the torment of torture had left their eyes numb and empty, their faces deathly pale, their bodies weak—like walking corpses.

They had long lost the strength to resist, leaving only endless despair and numbness.

The ear-piercing sound of chains being dragged, weak coughs, and suppressed sobs rose and fell in the cells, a heart-wrenching sound.

When these prisoners, trapped in darkness and on the verge of despair, saw the warriors of Free Valley and the Spirit Race, clad in armor and wielding weapons, rush in

, a faint light suddenly flashed in their lifeless eyes.

Their dull gazes slowly focused, and upon recognizing Lin Yuan as their leader, the emotions suppressed for countless days and nights instantly collapsed.

Weak, hoarse sobs rang out one after another.

“Leader Lin… Leader Lin… Leader Lin has come…”

“We… we haven’t been abandoned… someone has really come to save us…”

“Live on… we finally have a chance to live…”

Tears streamed down his weathered, withered face, and in his despairing eyes, hope for life rekindled.

Lin Yuan looked at these fellow cultivators who had suffered so much torture and torment.

Remembering the countless beings of various races who had been harmed by the gods, remembering the terrible price paid by Free Valley, his eyes instantly reddened, and his heart ached unbearably.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

“Fellow countrymen, do not be afraid. We have come, Free Valley has come.”

“Today, we will shatter the cage, break the seal, and bring you back to the light of day!”

Lin Yuan suppressed his grief and anger, strode to the door of the first cell, roared, and gathered his spiritual power in his fists, slamming them hard against the heavy black iron cell door.

The deafening roar shook the cell, the cell door trembled violently, runes flickered, but it remained unmoved.

The chains binding the prisoners were forged from extraterrestrial god-devouring iron, specifically designed to suppress cultivators’ spiritual power, and were extremely hard.

Layer upon layer of sealing runes were added, rendering the brute force and magic of ordinary cultivators utterly ineffective.

Lin Yuan’s full-force attack landed on the chains, leaving only a shallow white mark, completely useless.

“Brute force is useless, step aside.”

A cold voice sounded from behind, and Kai slowly walked into the cell, his gaze falling on the black chains that firmly bound the prisoner.

He raised his hand, extending two fingers and gently grasping the cold, heavy Devouring God Iron chains.

A faint purple chaotic fire slowly rose from his palm.

The domineering chaotic power spread rapidly along the chains, eroding the sealing runes on them layer by layer.

Under the scorching heat of the chaotic fire, the incomparably hard Devouring God Iron quickly softened, melted, and broke.

Crack…

A crisp breaking sound rang out, and the shackles that had imprisoned for countless days and nights snapped and fell heavily to the ground.

With the shackles broken, the seal instantly collapsed.

The spiritual energy, bloodline power, and divine soul essence that had been suppressed within him for countless days and nights instantly broke free from their restraints, surging and reviving wildly within his body.

The human cultivator, imprisoned for years, trembled, his long-suppressed power suddenly erupting.

His weakened body collapsed heavily to his knees, his hands gripping the cold ground tightly, and he wept uncontrollably.

Tears mingled with blood, making him look utterly wretched, yet also incredibly relieved.

“Benefactor… Thank you for saving me… I will never forget your great kindness…”
“Get up quickly, no need to kneel.” Kai gently helped him up, his voice gentle.

“There are countless others trapped behind us. Time is of the essence, we must rescue them quickly.”

With that, Kai moved between the cells.

Chaotic fire flowed between his fingertips; with a wave of his hand, shackles snapped, runes dissolved, and cell doors shattered.

One after another, the closed, despairing prisons were opened, and the chains that bound freedom were melted.

One after another, tormented figures were reborn.

More than three hundred trapped human cultivators were successively released from their seals and freed from their shackles.

Some curled up on the ground, weeping bitterly, releasing years of despair and pain.

Some laughed loudly, tears streaming down their faces, feeling the long-lost breath of freedom.

Some trembled, touching their meridians as their spiritual energy recovered, unable to calm down for a long time.

Depleted spiritual energy slowly revived, and decaying bodies gradually warmed.

Empty eyes regained their light, and numb souls awakened once more.

In the blink of an eye, the first level of the prison was liberated.

Over three hundred newly freed cultivators wiped away their tears, enduring their physical pain, and bent down to pick up the weapons left behind by the divine race cultivators.

Their eyes blazed with intense anger and a burning desire for revenge.

The hatred accumulated over years of imprisonment and torture by the divine race, the rage from enduring countless humiliations, all coalesced in their hearts.

“The divine race bound my body, humiliated my dignity, and maimed my kin! Today, this blood feud will be avenged with blood!”

“We are willing to follow Leader Lin, follow Mr. Chen, storm the second level, rescue more compatriots, and raze the Crimson Flame Prison to the ground!”

“Slay the divine race, overthrow oppression, and resist to the death!”

A series of impassioned roars echoed through the prison, instantly replenishing the ranks of fighters, and the resistance grew ever stronger.

Lin Yuan wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, gazing at the rescued cultivators behind him, their morale soaring and their fighting spirit boundless. His blood boiled. He raised his arm

and shouted, his voice resounding across the land.

“Fellow countrymen, the suffering is over, the shackles are broken! Follow me to charge into the second level and rescue more imprisoned warriors of all races!”

“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!”

“Charge into the second level! Crush the Crimson Flame Prison!”

A deafening roar echoed throughout the prison, as countless figures followed closely behind, a mighty force charging swiftly towards the entrance to the second level.

The flames of war spread, the carnage escalated, and the horn of liberation resounded throughout the fiery cage.

Passing through the narrow connecting passage of the first level, the barrier of the second level suddenly appeared.

Compared to the rudimentary defenses of the first level, the defenses of the second level of the Crimson Flame Prison were doubled, with much stricter security and a more elite fighting force.

Two hundred elite cultivators of the Divine Race stood in formation, guarding the entrance, each with a cultivation level firmly established at the fifth rank of the True Immortal Realm or higher.

Coordinated with their exclusive trapping and killing formations, offense and defense were integrated, and their attacks were coordinated.

The second-level warden, leading the group, possessed a cultivation level of the seventh rank of True Immortal. Ruthless and skilled in imprisonment techniques, he was one of the most formidable figures among the divine race.

A thick, golden barrier of light blocked their path.

The barrier was far thicker than the first level, its surface inscribed with ancient and complex runes of the ancient divine kings.

The golden light was heavy and condensed, radiating a vast and powerful ancient divine might.

The barrier stood before them, blocking all escape routes, its oppressive force inspiring awe.

The seventh-rank warden, holding a holy light staff, stood before the barrier, his expression arrogant and cold.

His gaze towards Kai was full of mockery and disdain, and he coldly scoffed.

“Kai, you’re merely a second-grade True Immortal, relying on bizarre secret techniques and unorthodox methods to barely clear the first level, and you think you’re invincible?”

“This second level’s God-King Sealing Light Barrier was personally crafted and reinforced by an ancient God-King, containing the power of a God-King’s origin, making

it sturdy and indestructible.” “Don’t even mention a low-level cultivator like you; even a top-tier ninth-grade True Immortal wouldn’t be able to break it in a short time with a full-force attack!”

“Today, you are destined to stop here, buried in the Crimson Flame Hell!”

Kai’s expression was indifferent, ignoring the opponent’s mockery and taunts. He slowly stepped forward, his palms directly touching the cold, hard golden light barrier.

Vast and boundless chaotic power surged forth from his palms.

The dense purple light collided violently with the golden God-King Light Barrier.

Sizzling…

the black and white primal forces clashed fiercely, and ear-piercing sounds of erosion echoed continuously.

The purple chaotic power frantically devoured and disintegrated the golden holy light, causing the surface of the light barrier to tremble violently, and the runes to flicker and oscillate wildly.

However, the ancient god-king’s primordial power was far too profound, its foundation too solid, far surpassing the holy light of ordinary gods.

Although the chaotic power naturally restrained all divine powers, its restraining effect was greatly weakened when facing the ancient primordial power of a god-king.

It could only continuously wear down the surface of the light barrier, unable to quickly shatter the core barrier.

The light barrier shook violently, yet remained firmly in place, showing no sign of breaking.

Seeing this, the seventh-rank warden’s tense expression instantly relaxed, a cruel sneer curling at the corner of his mouth, his tone becoming increasingly arrogant.

“Useless! It’s completely futile!”

“Your chaotic power is indeed strange and domineering, suppressing the holy light of ordinary divine cultivators, but it’s utterly insignificant before the divine essence of an ancient god-king.”

“The difference in realm and the difference in essence cannot be bridged by unorthodox methods. You are doomed to defeat today!”

Kai slowly withdrew his hand, his brows furrowing slightly, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

It was indeed troublesome.

Ordinary holy light barriers could be instantly crushed and shattered by chaotic power.

But this light barrier was forged with the residual essence of a god-king, its defensive foundation increasing exponentially.

Relying solely on his own chaotic power, it would be difficult to break through in a short time.

Just then, Elder Qingxuan stepped forward slowly, his gaze fixed on the ancient god-king runes flowing on the light barrier.

Carefully analyzing the patterns and veins, his expression gradually became solemn.

“Fellow Daoist Kai, this light barrier is indeed troublesome,”

Elder Qingxuan said slowly.

“The power of a God-King’s origin is profound and of a transcendent level. Your chaotic power can restrain ordinary divine arts, but it is difficult to quickly break through the defensive barrier of a God-King level.”

“To forcibly break the formation, you must stack an even more powerful source of energy to amplify it and tear the seal apart.”

“What is a stronger amplified amplification?” Kai turned his head and asked.

Elder Qingxuan remained silent for a moment, then reached into his robes and took out a palm-sized, translucent, emerald-green rhombus-shaped spirit crystal.

The crystal was pure, its spiritual light intensely concentrated, its surface shrouded in layers of ancient plant and tree patterns.

Simply holding it in his hand, one could feel a vast, boundless, and endless ancient life force.

“This is the Myriad Spirits Ancestral Crystal, passed down through generations of my Spirit Clan, gathering the essence of the spiritual energy of the mountains, rivers, and vegetation of the Myriad Spirits Ancient Forest over ten thousand years.”

“Condensing the primordial life force of the entire ancient forest, it is a supreme treasure of the Spirit Clan.”

Elder Qingxuan solemnly handed the ancestral crystal to Kai.

“With the vast primordial power of the ancestral crystal, enhance your chaotic power; the two sources will merge and complement each other.”

“A forced unleashing of extreme destructive power will be enough to break through this God-King’s sealing barrier.”

Kai reached out and took the cool, smooth Myriad Spirits Ancestral Crystal, instantly feeling a warm, boundless, and endlessly vast spiritual power in his palm.

Pure and gentle, profound and boundless.Without hesitation, he immediately poured the pure chaotic power within his body into the ancestral crystal.

In an instant, the lush, verdant spiritual light of the myriad spirit plants intertwined and merged with the domineering, profound purple chaotic light.

A beam of light, both blue and purple, shot into the sky, the two extreme powers perfectly merging, unleashing a terrifying power that shook the heavens and earth.

Kai braced his hands against the light barrier, channeling his spiritual power to its fullest extent, his divine sense urging the fusion power, and with a low shout, he shook the passage.

“Break!”

The violent beam of light, intertwined blue and purple, erupted with a deafening roar, crushing heavily onto the golden divine king light barrier.

Boom!

A deafening explosion suddenly erupted, the entire second level of the passage shook violently, and rubble fell from the walls.

The once incredibly stable divine king light barrier was instantly on the verge of collapse, its surface runes shattering in patches.

Countless cracks spread wildly at a visible speed, and the originally thick and condensed golden light rapidly dimmed.

The arrogant smile on the seventh-rank warden’s face froze instantly, his pupils contracted sharply, and his face turned deathly pale.

His eyes were filled with disbelief and panic.

“No…impossible…this is a God-King’s seal…how could it be forcibly broken by a low-level cultivator…”

Before his desperate roar could even finish, the incredibly sturdy golden light barrier collapsed with a deafening shattering sound.

A beam of destructive light, both blue and purple, swept across the two hundred elite Divine Race cultivators in front of him

with unstoppable force. Piercing screams instantly erupted.

The two hundred elite Divine Race cultivators, all above the fifth rank, were utterly powerless against the ultimate power of the dual-source fusion.

Their bodies were instantly torn apart, dissolved, and crushed, golden blood splattering everywhere.

In an instant, they were all annihilated, leaving not even a complete skeleton behind.

The intense light slowly dissipated, leaving the passage deathly silent and littered with devastation.

Kai slowly withdrew his hand, his face slightly pale, his breathing slightly uneven.

The 100,000-year-old spiritual essence contained within the Myriad Spirit Ancestral Crystal had been largely depleted in the previous attack, its luster dimmed, and its spiritual energy severely depleted, a devastating loss.

He handed the dimmed crystal back to Elder Qingxuan, bowed slightly, and solemnly clasped his hands in thanks.

“Thank you for your great help, Elder. I will remember this kindness.”

Elder Qingxuan gently shook his head, his expression indifferent. “Allies should help each other out; there’s no need for thanks.”

“Overthrowing the tyranny of the gods and saving all living beings is the wish of my Spirit Clan.”

The barrier was broken, and the guards were all wiped out.

The crowd immediately surged into the second level of the prison area.

Compared to the single human prisoners on the first level, the second level held powerful rebels from all corners of the world and all races. There were

veteran human cultivators, powerful beastmen generals

, unpredictable demon cultivators, and powerful ghosts with refined spirits.

The groups were diverse, all suffering equally cruel imprisonment and torture.

As the prison doors were broken open one by one, and the shackles melted away, the moment countless alien cultivators regained their freedom, their suppressed grief and rage erupted.

Powerful figures from all races bowed deeply, kneeling before Kai, Lin Yuan, and Elder Qingxuan, expressing their gratitude for being saved.

Kai remained silent, continuing his work of clearing cells and breaking shackles.

He gently comforted the cultivators, gathering all forces of resistance.

Over two hundred top cultivators from various races, reborn, joined the resistance army, following closely behind, their killing intent palpable. They

steadily advanced towards the final, third level of the death row.

The decisive battle was within reach.

Their path was clear, eliminating any remaining scattered guards along the way.

Finally, they arrived at the core, the most sinister, and the most terrifying area of ​​the Crimson Flame Prison—the third level of the death row.

This was the ultimate forbidden area of ​​the Crimson Flame Prison, and one of the most terrifying prisons in the entire Sixteen Heavens.

The air was icy cold, thick with the stench of blood, decay, and death, suffocating the senses.

The rock walls were dark and cold, covered with dense sealing runes, having imprisoned high-level experts for years. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was thin, and the pervasive death aura made one’s mind oppressed.

In the center of the empty hall at the entrance to the third level, a solitary and tall figure in black stood silently, blocking all paths.

He was slender and upright, shrouded in a dense, cold, pure black armor.

The armor’s patterns were dark, carved with shadowy demonic runes, radiating a chilling, bloodthirsty aura.

His face was cold and angular, his skin pale, and his vertical pupils were an eerie deep purple.

Endless darkness and slaughter flowed deep within his pupils, as if containing ancient shadows, sinister and terrifying.

He gripped a dark spear tightly in his palm, the spear’s shaft long and cold, wrapped in a dense dark aura and killing intent.

The spear tip gleamed with a chilling, poisonous light; a single glance was enough to pierce the soul and instill fear.

He possessed no outwardly raging aura, appearing utterly unremarkable.

Yet, he concealed an immeasurable, all-consuming shadow power, his entire being perfectly integrated with the surrounding darkness.

A True Immortal Realm Ninth Rank, Shadow Warrior.

Behind his tall, cold back stood fifty elite warriors of the Divine Race, their ranks impeccable, their auras as solid as mountains.

Each Divine Race cultivator clad in gilded holy armor, surrounded by a dense, heavy golden holy light. Their cultivation levels all easily surpassed those of a True Immortal Realm Seventh Rank, their blood and qi surging, their divine power immense. Each wielded

a long, narrow sword with holy runes, its blade flowing with intense, holy golden light. A divine pressure blanketed the heavens and earth; their eyes were indifferent as frost, devoid of joy or sorrow, filled only with killing intent and loyalty—like a horde of ruthless weapons, knowing only to obey orders and slaughter.

Shadow Warrior’s indifferent gaze pierced the dimly lit corridor, locking onto Kai as he slowly approached. A chilling, mocking smile slowly curved his thin lips, radiating an icy aura.

“Kai, you’ve finally set foot here. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time on the third level of Black Rock Prison.”

Kai stopped, his aura calm and composed, his gaze fixed on the top warrior of the Divine Race before him. His tone was indifferent and flat: “You waited here specifically for me?”

“Indeed.”

A chilling glint flashed in Shadow Warrior’s eyes, and his dark aura surged, instantly engulfing the entire space with suppressed killing intent.

“You killed the Divine Race general Jin Lie, slaughtered the guards, and destroyed the impregnable first two levels of Black Rock Prison, committing heinous crimes. The Divine Race Alliance Leader is furious.”

“He specifically ordered me to guard this place, to block your path, to see you alive or dead. Today, you have no way to escape.”

He paused slightly, his sharp gaze sweeping over the group of Spirit Clan warriors following Kai. His brows furrowed, revealing deep disdain and impatience.

“The Spirit Clan has always been peaceful, dwelling in the Ancient Forest of Ten Thousand Spirits. Why must you rashly meddle in the feud between the Divine Clan and you?”

Elder Qingxuan stepped out of the ranks, his azure aura shimmering around him. His expression was calm and composed, displaying the dignified bearing of an elder.

“The Spirit Clan has long formed an alliance with the Valley of Freedom, sharing both glory and ruin. Shadow Warrior, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless; turn back before it’s too late. Immediately lead your elite Divine Clan troops away from this place, and we may spare your life,” Elder Qingxuan said. “Hahaha, utterly absurd!”

Shadow Warrior suddenly let out a chilling, bone-chilling laugh, the sound carrying a dense, malevolent aura that sent dust flying from the surrounding rock walls.

“You mere weaklings of the Spirit Race, cowering in the dense forest, dare to presume to beg for mercy before my Divine Race? A bunch of reclusive, cowardly trash, worthy of negotiating with me and spouting nonsense?”

His aura suddenly plummeted, his icy voice carrying a bone-chilling killing intent, echoing throughout the entire dark floor.

“I’m giving you one last chance. Immediately take these monsters and disappear. I can forgive and forget what happened today.”

“If you insist on obstructing me, when the Divine Race Alliance’s million-strong army crushes the Ancient Forest of Ten Thousand Spirits and slaughters the entire Spirit Race, then you’ll regret it!”

Shadow Warrior threatened Elder Qingxuan.

Elder Qingxuan’s expression suddenly turned solemn, a fierce aura surging between his brows, yet he forcefully suppressed his anger, refraining from rash action. He simply turned his gaze to Kai, awaiting a decision. Chen

Ping ignored the menacing Shadow Warrior and slowly stepped aside.

His gaze swept over the tense Jiang Xuelan beside him, the composed and solemn Lin Yuan, the dignified and steady Elder Qingxuan, and the group of captured cultivators who had just broken free of their shackles after enduring hardship.

His voice was not loud, but it carried a power that struck straight to the heart: “Faced with the oppressive power and the threat of death from the Divine Race, are you afraid?”

A brief silence enveloped the crowd; no one answered, only heavy breathing echoed in the air.

The next second, Lin Yuan clenched his fists, his fighting spirit soaring to the sky, and roared first, his voice booming like thunder: “We cultivators would rather die than surrender, we are not afraid!”

“Not afraid!”

All the warriors of Free Valley raised their arms in unison, their roars thunderous, their fighting spirit blazing like wildfire.

“Fearless!”

The Spirit Clan warriors shone brightly, shouting in unison, their pride unyielding.

“Fearless!”

The long-suppressed anger and resentment of the captured cultivators, who had endured torture and escaped death, erupted completely, their roars shaking the heavens and earth.

Thousands of shouts converged, a powerful will to resist breaking through the darkness and crushing the surrounding divine pressure.

Kai slowly turned around, his back as straight as a pine tree, his indifferent eyes staring directly at the shadow warrior with a livid face. He spoke each word clearly and coldly: “Did you hear that? No one fears the might of your divine race.”

In an instant, Kai’s right arm trembled, a clanging sound rang out, and the long-sheathed Dragon-Slaying Sword was suddenly drawn.

On the gleaming sword, a vast and boundless purple chaotic power surged and churned.

Layers of chaotic flames coiled around the sword, burning fiercely, the purple flames eerily domineering, releasing a terrifying aura capable of destroying all things.

“Attack!”

With a command, the battle instantly erupted.

Kai’s figure suddenly transformed into a purple afterimage, the void beneath his feet shattering and the air currents violently tearing apart.

Like an arrow released from a bow, he was enveloped in chaotic flames capable of scorching the heavens and destroying the earth, wielding the Dragon-Slaying Sword and charging straight for the Shadow Warrior’s vital chest

. The blade sliced ​​through the air, leaving a ferocious, narrow purple sword light, the chaotic flames burning the air along its path, waves of heat rolling in, the destructive power crashing down.

The Shadow Warrior’s expression hardened, not daring to underestimate him, his black spear instantly blocking his chest. Dark, malevolent energy

erupted from the spear, dense black mist swirling around it, forcefully withstanding this thunderous, fatal blow.

“Clang!!”

A deafening clang of metal clashing suddenly exploded, the terrifying force of the collision unleashing a violent shockwave that swept wildly around the two men.

Debris flew, rock walls cracked, black malevolent energy and purple chaotic power clashed and annihilated each other, sparks flying everywhere.

Two extremely domineering forces collided violently, and both men suffered immense backlash, their steps faltering back several feet, the hard volcanic rock beneath their feet cracking and sinking.

The Shadow Warrior’s grip on his spear trembled violently, a slight numbness spreading through him, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror as he stared intently at Kai.

“A mere second-grade True Immortal Realm cultivator, yet his physical explosiveness and cultivation technique rival an eighth-grade True Immortal Realm expert.”

“The legendary Chaos Power, capable of overcoming all laws and destroying everything, truly lives up to its reputation; extremely troublesome,”

the Shadow Warrior remarked.

Kai’s expression was cold, offering no further words. He exerted force once more, his figure surging forward again.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword danced in his hand, unleashing a flurry of sword shadows, unleashing seven consecutive strikes in one breath, each strike faster and more ruthless than the last.

Sword winds tore through the void, countless purple sword energies crisscrossing and sealing off all escape routes for the Shadow Warrior. Each strike aimed

directly at vital points, ruthless and merciless. The Shadow Warrior’s expression was extremely solemn, his black spear spinning rapidly in his palm.

The spear shadows were impenetrable, dense dark energy condensing into a tangible spear curtain, precisely parrying every slash.

Spear and sword clashed wildly, the ear-piercing sounds of their clashes continuous, and violent energy shockwaves exploding outwards.

Two extremely fast figures darted and weaved through the dim void at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow.

Only the flashing purple and black lights clashed and intertwined wildly, the terrifying aftershocks of the battle continuously destroying surrounding buildings, thick walls crumbling inch by inch, and fragments of stone and iron flying everywhere.

On the other side, Jiang Xuelan had already made her move simultaneously, refusing to stand idly by.

Her jade-like hands flew, her ten fingers rapidly forming intricate and profound ice-sealing hand seals. A vast, piercingly cold, icy-blue divine light surged around her, instantly freezing the surrounding air with extreme cold.

Countless fine, sharp ice needles condensed from the divine light, densely packed and overwhelming.

Carrying bone-tearing, extreme cold, they rained down on Shadow Warrior’s vital points like a storm, sealing his movements and wounding his body.

Shadow Warrior was focused on blocking Kai’s relentless sword attacks, unable to dodge in all directions.

Even though he twisted his body at lightning speed to avoid most of the ice needles, several extremely refined ice needles still pierced deep into his shoulder blades.

The piercing cold instantly seeped into his meridians and flesh through the wounds, spreading and circulating, freezing his divine power, stagnating his blood and qi, instantly slowing his movements and attack speed, causing his actions to falter by a fraction of a second.

This fleeting opening was enough to be fatal.

Seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Kai channeled all the chaotic power within his body into the sword.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword’s light surged several times over, and it charged forward, its incredibly sharp blade wreathed in raging purple flames, piercing fiercely into the Shadow Warrior’s left ribs!

“Thud!”

The dull thud of the blade entering flesh was deafening.

The Shadow Warrior shuddered violently, a metallic taste rising in his throat, and he couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan.

A searing pain swept through his body. He endured the agony, his eyes bloodshot, and in a fit of rage, his spear, imbued with a dark, malevolent aura, swept out with overwhelming force, forcing Kai back several feet.

He lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the wound piercing his ribs. Rich, golden divine blood flowed continuously, staining his black armor.

The divine power was constantly being burned and eroded by the chaotic flames, making the wound excruciatingly painful and slow to heal. Extreme rage and humiliation instantly overwhelmed his reason. Shadow Warrior’s eyes blazed with murderous intent, his ferocity surging wildly: “You lowly wretch, daring to harm me, you’re courting death!”

Before his words even finished, the dark aura around him suddenly contracted violently, and the next second, his entire body vanished into the darkness.

This wasn’t ordinary concealment; it was a complete merging into the dark laws of heaven and earth.

His physical body, aura, divine power, and soul fluctuations were all annihilated, completely dissipating into the dark space, leaving no trace.

Kai immediately focused his mind on guard, his divine sense spreading out in all directions, frantically scanning the entire third layer of space.

However, he couldn’t detect even a trace of Shadow Warrior’s aura, as if this person had never existed.

“Not good! He has mastered the Dark Escape Technique, merging into the dark laws, invisible and shadowless, harboring deadly intent. Everyone, be extremely careful of a sneak attack from behind!”

Lin Yuan shouted sharply, warning everyone to be on guard.

Before the roar had even faded, a chilling, bone-piercing sound suddenly erupted from the deathly darkness behind Kai.

A jet-black spear light, condensed to its utmost, gathering all its killing intent, silently and ruthlessly aimed straight for Kai’s vital heart.

Sensing the deadly danger, Kai instinctively dodged to the side, barely avoiding his heart, but the sharp spear light still tore through his shoulder flesh, revealing bone, and scalding golden blood instantly splattered onto the ground.

Having landed a blow, the Shadow Warrior’s shadow flashed and disappeared, sinking back into the boundless darkness, vanishing without a trace, waiting for its next hunt.

In this critical moment, Elder Qingxuan no longer remained behind, decisively unleashing his full power.

His aged hands rapidly formed hand seals, and a vast and boundless azure-green natural spiritual energy surged forth from within him.

In an instant, it transformed into thousands of thick, resilient ancient vines, crisscrossing and spreading out, densely covering the entire third level of space.

Each vine shimmered with a lustrous emerald light, containing the unique all-pervading perception of the Spirit Race, penetrating every nook and cranny of the entire space.

“So what if he hides in darkness? The laws of nature are all-seeing!”

Elder Qingxuan roared, his divine sense urging the countless vines to tighten abruptly, binding and restricting a strangely fluctuating void barrier.

The Shadow Warrior, concealed within, had no escape and was forcibly dragged from the dark laws, his form forced to reveal itself.

His face darkened, and with a furious roar, he slashed with his black spear with all his might, the violent aura instantly severing the vines binding him.

But this brief moment of stagnation and exposure gave Kai the perfect opportunity to attack.

Kai stepped into the void, his figure charging forward, the Dragon-Slaying Sword, imbued with the chaotic fire of destruction, aimed directly at the Shadow Warrior’s throat.

Shadow Warrior hastily raised his spear to parry, but the instant spear and sword clashed, Jiang Xuelan’s Ice-Sealing Needles struck again, precisely locking onto his eyes, their chilling aura impossible to defend against.

Forced by the danger, Shadow Warrior could only hastily turn his head to dodge, completely exposing his weakness.

Kai seized the opportunity, his sword shifting, the sharp blade piercing deeply into Shadow Warrior’s right shoulder. Chaotic flames surged wildly through the wound, scorching his meridians and disintegrating his divine power.

“Ah!”

Shadow Warrior roared furiously, the extreme pain driving him to madness.

His black spear suddenly erupted with a blindingly dark light, its surging killing intent exploding.

The terrifying shockwave transformed into a circular shockwave, instantly sweeping across the entire area.

Kai, Jiang Xuelan, and Elder Qingxuan were caught off guard, all violently blasted back by the ferocious power, their blood churning, their chests feeling tight.

At this moment, the Shadow Warrior was covered in wounds, his holy blood dripping, his armor shattered in many places, and his body riddled with injuries.

Yet, in his purple eyes, only madness and bloodlust remained; his combat power had not decreased but increased, and the oppressive aura was becoming increasingly terrifying.

“You think you can kill me with just the three of you joining forces?”

His chest heaved violently, his divine might overwhelming, and his roar echoed throughout the building.

“I am a ninth-grade True Immortal Realm expert, personally appointed Shadow Warrior by the Divine Alliance! I have fought countless battles and killed countless people; the number of powerful figures who have died by my spear far exceeds what you have ever seen in your lives! You mere ants joining forces, do you think you can shake my foundation?”

In his extreme rage, the Shadow Warrior clenched his teeth, biting his tongue hard, and spat out a mouthful of pure, golden divine blood.

The golden blood hung in mid-air, instantly swallowed and assimilated by the dense dark aura, transforming into a churning, pitch-black mist.

From the depths of the mist, the mournful howls and wails of countless vengeful and desperate souls echoed endlessly.

A surge of resentment filled the air, the killing intent solidifying into a tangible form. Countless illusory souls twisted and struggled within the mist, a chilling and terrifying sight.

“Shadow Killing Forbidden Technique—Shadow Killing Art!”

The pitch-black mist exploded, transforming into thousands upon thousands of ferocious, black ghostly figures, baring their fangs and claws, carrying a bone-chilling resentment and a murderous will, swarming towards Kai, Jiang Xuelan, and Elder Qingxuan.

Each ghostly figure embodied the culmination of a Shadow Warrior’s lifelong slaughter, its soul-devouring attacks vicious and ruthless.

An ordinary eighth-grade True Immortal cultivator, once bitten at close range, would instantly have their soul shattered and their spirit scattered.

Kai’s expression suddenly turned cold and solemn; he dared not be careless. The chaotic origin deep within his body surged to its fullest potential.

Vast and boundless purple chaotic power soared into the sky, transforming into layers of purple light shields enveloping his body.

Chaotic power is the origin of all laws, inherently restraining all evil, resentment, darkness, and the laws of slaughter in the world.

The oncoming dark ghostly figures, upon touching the purple chaotic spiritual light, instantly emitted shrill, ear-piercing screams, their bodies melting away inch by inch, turning into wisps of black smoke that dissipated with the wind.

However, the number of ghostly figures was overwhelming, densely packed and endless, continuously surging forth from the black mist, relentlessly and fearlessly charging forward.

The intense use of chaotic power to resist the divine soul attack caused Kai’s spiritual energy to rapidly deplete, his aura steadily declining, his face growing increasingly pale, and fine beads of cold sweat appearing on his forehead.

Jiang Xuelan’s body swirled with icy blue freezing divine light, the extreme cold power transforming into layers of ice walls, freezing all the attacking ghostly figures into crystalline ice crystals that shattered with a crash.

However, the continuous, large-scale release of the freezing divine technique severely depleted her spiritual energy; her arms trembled slightly, and her aura gradually became disordered.

Elder Qingxuan’s thousands of defensive vines, under the frenzied attack of the massive number of ghostly figures, snapped and withered inch by inch, naturally resulting in a severe overextension of his spiritual energy.

A sharp pain shot through his chest, and a trickle of crimson blood slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth. His body swayed slightly.

“Kai, we can’t stay in this stalemate any longer! The Soul Devouring Thousand Ghosts technique is extremely energy-consuming. If this drags on, the three of us will run out of spiritual power and we’ll be defeated without a doubt. We must use an even stronger trump card to break this deadlock!”

Elder Qingxuan shouted urgently, enduring his injuries.

Kai gritted his teeth, knowing the situation was critical. Without the slightest hesitation, he quickly reached into his robes and took out the ancient and heavy Demon-Suppressing Tower.

He poured all the remaining chaotic power and primordial spiritual energy within his body into the tower without reservation.

In an instant, the Demon-Suppressing Tower shone with a dazzling white light, a brilliant milky-white pillar of light piercing through all darkness, shooting straight into the sky, instantly illuminating the entire dark and oppressive third level of the Black Rock Prison.

The holy and boundless purifying power swept across the surroundings, and wherever the pillar of light passed, the countless dark ghostly figures instantly melted away.

The churning black mist of resentment was purified, disintegrated, and dissipated layer by layer, and the sinister killing aura was swept away.

Sensing this extremely pure purifying power, Shadow Warrior’s body stiffened abruptly, his pupils suddenly contracted violently, and his face was filled with disbelief and horror.

“The Demon-Suppressing Tower! The legendary treasure that suppresses all evil and purifies the heavens, you actually possess this ancient artifact!” Kai didn’t respond, his divine sense firmly locking onto the Demon-Suppressing Tower, and he suddenly activated the power of the divine artifact.

“Full Domain, Spatial Seal!”

The soaring white pillar of light suddenly contracted and transformed, becoming an immense, boundless, sealed light shield that descended from the sky, instantly trapping Shadow Warrior within a small space.

The sealing power originated from the ancient divine artifact, its law-based restraint terrifying beyond compare. The dark laws and spatial power surrounding Shadow Warrior were forcibly sealed.

His limbs stiffened, his body stagnated, and the flow of his divine power was obstructed.

He couldn’t move an inch, couldn’t wield his spear to attack, and even his breathing was suppressed, each breath incredibly difficult.

Despair and panic instantly crept onto his face.

“No… impossible! I am a dignified ninth-grade True Immortal, a powerful being who controls the dark laws and roams the heavens. How could you, a second-grade cultivator, completely seal my movements and power with just a divine artifact?”

Kai walked steadily, step by step, to the imprisoned Shadow Warrior.

He raised his hand and gripped the Dragon-Slaying Sword tightly. The cold, sharp blade slowly pressed against his throat, its chilling edge piercing to the bone. Life and death hung in the balance.

“A ninth-rank True Immortal, with unparalleled talent and boundless power, you think you’re superior, acting arrogantly and oppressing all races? Is that so great?”

“You, a divine warrior, do things even worse than those of demons, you deserve to die…”

Kai’s eyes were filled with chilling killing intent.

The Shadow Warrior’s eyes were filled with extreme fear and intense resentment. He struggled violently, but couldn’t budge the spatial confinement even slightly. He could only roar and threaten, his voice weak and menacing.

“You can’t kill me! I am a core warrior of the Divine Alliance, of noble status and high rank!”

“If you kill me today, the Divine Alliance Leader will surely use the entire nation’s power to besiege you, hunt down everyone around you, destroy Freedom Valley, and ensure you never have peace again!”

Kai’s eyes remained calm, his tone even yet resolute.

“I publicly slayed Jin Lie of the Divine Race, and I personally destroyed the impregnable Black Rock Prison. Your blood debts are countless, your sins are immeasurable. What difference does one more like you make?”

His gaze suddenly sharpened, revealing his ruthless nature.

“Moreover, from the moment your Divine Race wantonly imprisoned cultivators of all races and oppressed the heavens with your power, I had already made up my mind to crush the Divine Race Alliance sooner or later and end your brutal rule.” As

his words fell, Kai suddenly exerted force with his wrist.

A purple sword light, wrapped in raging chaotic flames, suddenly erupted, piercing the Shadow Warrior’s vital chest.

The domineering chaotic fire surged wildly along the sword, instantly engulfing his meridians and sacred bones, the raging flames scorching his divine body.

The supreme divine light was utterly fragile before the innately restrained chaotic fire, melting and shattering like paper in an instant.

The Shadow Warrior let out a heart-wrenching scream as his body rapidly burned and withered in the purple flames. His armor melted, his holy blood evaporated, and his immense divine power dissipated at an alarming rate.

“You…you will pay the price for this…the gods…will never let this go…”

His final curse shattered weakly, his voice gradually fading and disappearing as his body was completely incinerated by the chaotic flames.

The once mighty Shadow Warrior, who had slaughtered countless enemies, had fallen.

The fifty elite warriors of the gods guarding the third level witnessed firsthand the ninth-rank expert Shadow Warrior being slain by Kai with a single sword strike, his bones burned and his soul destroyed. Instantly, they were overwhelmed by extreme fear, their

fighting spirit shattered. These warriors of the gods, who were usually high and mighty and oppressed all races, turned ashen-faced, trembling all over, their sacred faith collapsing completely.

They had lost all will to fight, throwing away their holy-inscribed swords and discarding their armor, turning and fleeing without a second thought, wanting nothing more than to escape this land of death.

The killing intent was ignited; no survivors would be spared.

Kai’s gaze was icy, devoid of any pity. Wielding the Dragon-Slaying Sword, he plunged into the fleeing divine race.

Purple sword light crisscrossed, and chaotic flames raged across the plains. Each swing of the sword was accompanied by gushing blood and screams of agony.

Every strike drew blood; one sword slain a man, one sword extinguished a soul. His moves were swift and decisive, ruthless and merciless.

Jiang Xuelan’s figure flickered, moving across the battlefield. Her hands constantly formed hand seals, unleashing a continuous barrage of icy needles that covered a wide area.

One after another, the fleeing divine race cultivators were pierced by the ice, instantly turning into lifelike ice sculptures, frozen in place, shattering inch by inch the next second.

Elder Qingxuan activated natural spiritual power, and thousands of vines burst from the earth, crisscrossing and binding, tightly restraining and holding back the scattered divine race cultivators.

Resilient vines tore through armor, crushed flesh and blood, and separated bone from flesh—a gruesome sight.

Lin Yuan led the elite of Free Valley, along with a group of captured cultivators who had broken free of their shackles and were filled with rage, and swarmed forward.

Long swords and sharp blades swung down in unison, slaughtering the remaining members of the divine race who had lost the power to resist and were fleeing in panic.

Every strike was fatal, venting the overwhelming rage simmering from their long imprisonment and torture.

The fierce battle echoed throughout the entire third level of the prison, and the stench of blood quickly filled the air.

In the short time it takes to brew a cup of tea, fifty elite members of the divine race, all with cultivation levels of at least the sixth rank of True Immortal, were wiped out without exception, their blood staining the prison city.

After clearing out all the remaining members of the divine race, Kai’s gaze turned to the deep, layered death cells of the third level.

This was the forbidden area of ​​Black Rock Prison, where serious criminals were imprisoned, including top-tier powerhouses from all over the heavens who had committed grave crimes or were considered a threat by the divine race.

The prison cells were sealed with layers of locks, densely covered with rune seals, and the cages were incredibly sturdy. Each cell suppressed a terrifyingly powerful being.

Among them were overlords at the seventh level of the True Immortal Realm, ancient monsters at the eighth level of the True Immortal Realm, and in the deepest, ultimate prison, suppressed an extremely terrifying veteran powerhouse.

He was an old man with white hair reaching his shoulders, weathered and aged, with nine thick, pitch-black soul-locking chains wrapped around his body.

Each chain was densely engraved with ancient sealing runes, layer upon layer, sealing his cultivation and imprisoning his soul for eight thousand years.

The old man’s aura appeared weak and feeble, but the faintly emanating pressure was unmistakably that of a true ninth-level True Immortal.